There must be some way out of this.


For almost 2 months now, this has been my weekday after-work routine. After a good 12 hours of daylight sucked away, I come home, and find myself parked in front of the computer, itunes turned on, music playing, going through scripts. The beads of sand don't stop running down the hourglass. I have started buying lottery tickets on Wednesdays, praying that Lady Luck might be so kind and offer me a way out of bondage.